Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/26/2017
By psiv
In class, watching a movie about a guy tied up in chains within a kind of sphere decoration thing? I have no fucking idea anyways, he was getting tortured and all of a sudden I was in the movie. There were a few people with me but I couldn’t recognize them. They were talking about how the person who was doing the torturing was a Satan worshipper. We were in their lair. This lady called it the Navy something, so what the fuck? I became aware that I was dreaming so I was like “yah fuck this I’m out” so I literally got out of there and started fucking driving an invisible type of vehicle or maybe my ass was just floating? I was an incubus in my dream by this point so I fed off of a sex (which kills a person). I found two other people who led me to a building to find someone to feed on. I broke into this couple’s place and made myself at home (threw my blankets on where I was going to sleep). They didn’t have any beds so I was gon sleep on the floor. The woman was confused upon arriving and see me in her home, but I told her that her friend dropped me off and she was like “okay” bc her friend had an extra key (stupid bitch). For some reason the woman left and when she came back I had already killed her husband and she found him while I was still there soooo all of a sudden I could control my dream again and I decided to go back and have a re-do. This time, when she left I went with her. She was going to check the mail when I saw her neighbor (she disappeared). Her neighbor was reading her poem out loud to another neighbor about how she thought a boy was as sweet as pie. The neighbor liked the poem so my ass was like “omg I wrote something similar to that but I said he was like apple pie instead.” I wanted to be recognized too. By this point we were just speaking about how I was in dance smh the poet roasted me and said I wasn’t the best dancer but that I wasn’t the worse. I was average, apparently. Anyways, the neighbor who wrote the poem turned into the wife and I told her to call her husband and see where he was at? I went back to the apartment where the body of her husband was and tried to hide it in the room, but there was a window and a restaurant was right in front of it so they saw me dragging the dead body. They could tell he was dead so I tried to play it off and was like “can you guys help? He’s not breathing.” All of a sudden, this fucker starts having a seizure and I get him up. He walks but I have to support him and he’s spitting out some purple shit from his mouth. I felt scared so I woke up.